Page 85 of Throttle

She hesitates, but then releases him with her knife still in hand, and he backs away, not taking his eyes off hers.

The biker scowls, brushing off his injured arm. “Enjoy the rest of your day, ladies.”

The sound of their boot chains clinking fills the air as they leisurely leave, unaffected they had just scared a party full of women.

“We’ll be seeing you,” one of them whispers as he blows a kiss to me before following the other and sickness rises from my stomach.

We continue watching until they're gone.

“Holy shit balls.” Jules huffs out a breath and we all do the same.

“You okay?” I glance down at Angel's wrist, noticing it's already bruising.

“I’m great.”

“Never a dull moment. Let’s get back to the party now, shall we?” Maggie rubs Jules’s arm and Chloe comes skipping up with Jules’s mom, who throws us a worried look.

“What do you think that was about? And who were they?” I ask Angel.

“I don’t know.” The concern in her eyes has me in a bit of a panic. “Their patches aren’t our territory. They weren’t any territory, for that matter.”

“They had to have known we’d be here, right?” Maggie walks beside us.

She shrugs. “Or they were a random club riding by and saw an opportunity.”

“Sure. I guess,” I agree.

This is part of being with the MC. But I wouldn’t give it up. They’re family.

In under ten minutes, the guys arrive.

Charger hugs Chloe first, then gives her back to Jules’s mom. “This is why you need a protective detail on you.” He points at Jules, and she shakes her head no.

“Charger, we've talked about this, and I won't live like that. And where are my flowers?”

He kisses her like she’s his will to survive and I can’t help but admire the passion. “Pretty girl, fuck the flowers, because if anything happens to you and our children, I’ll burn down the entire Earth until I get my revenge.”

Jules pats his chest. “I know, babe. Relax. We’re fine, right Angel?”

With fury radiating from him, Venom snatches Angel's bruised wrist. “I’m going to kill these fuckers.”

“You should have seen her. She was badass and protected us.” Jules smiles.

“I have no doubt.” He tugs Angel to his side, keeping an arm around her.

“Despite the flattery, I have to agree with Charger. You should have someone following you and Chloe.”

Jules gives Angel a look of betrayal. But I am also in agreement. And I can’t blame Charger for being uneasy.

Two rough, yet gentle, hands caress my cheeks, calming me. Throttle checks my body over, rubbing over the material of my dress from my ribs to my waist. I attempt to remain composed, but those hands—they will do anything to me. “You okay?”

I give a nod and glance up, never breaking eye contact with him.

“Sorry about your shower, honey.” Chain hugs Jules, then Maggie slides in next to him.

“We had fun, and I witnessed Angel nearly beat a biker’s ass.”

Angel remains nestled at Venom's side as he groans. It's likely that he'll never release her after today.

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